Mysterious Revival

The gloom was more oppressive than the darkness, and Yang Jian had no idea what was around him; he couldn’t hear a thing, couldn’t see a thing,

At this moment, his Ghost Eye, capable of piercing through darkness, was as good as blind and of no critical use.

It seems the Ghost Eye hadn’t revived. Dealing with this situation was still a struggle.

Or perhaps, under these circumstances, it wasn’t just the Ghost Eye—anything less than fully functional felt significantly constrained.

Just as Zhao Kaiming had said, the fierce ghost was only a piece of the puzzle; Yang Jian might now be facing either a complete puzzle or one nearing completion.

"Tap, tap tap."

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The sound of dress shoes walking across the floor suddenly erupted.

After half an hour of waiting, just when Yang Jian decided to purposely expose a flaw, there finally came a noise.

"It’s approaching me," Yang Jian suddenly looked in the direction of the sound.

Although he couldn’t see anything, he could vaguely gauge that the object was no more than ten meters from him.

And the distance was rapidly closing with the sound of footsteps.

Five meters, three meters... It appeared to be right before his eyes.

Yang Jian felt as if he could touch the ghost’s body with just an outstretched hand.

"Should I make a move?" He broke out in a cold sweat, the urge to thrust the Coffin Nail in his hand toward the sound overwhelming.

"No, I can’t be sure it’s a ghost just from the sound of footsteps; if I were to nail a Ghost Infant like last time and waste another chance, I might just meet my end here."

He gritted his teeth and suppressed the impulse to lunge forward right away.

He decided to let the ghost make the first move; he absolutely wouldn’t act first, unable to afford the consequences of failure now.

One meter away, the footsteps abruptly stopped.

It seemed as though the ghost stood right before him.

"It stopped?" Yang Jian clutched the Coffin Nail in his hand tightly, wavered in his mind.

Would a tentative attack be better?

But in the place where the footsteps had come from, there was no Source Ghost at all—just a pair of empty dress shoes that had walked over, and once the footsteps ceased, only the bizarre shoes stood in front of Yang Jian.

The real ghost had been standing behind him all along, motionless just like him.

The footsteps were bait.

Yang Jian used himself as bait to lure the fierce ghost into a trap, and the Source Ghost used a pair of shoes to create footsteps, likewise attempting to lure Yang Jian into its trap.

At this moment, Yang Jian was unaware of this fact; had he known, he would have found it utterly chilling.

"No, a probing attack is pointless. Wait a bit longer."

Caution and his many experiences with fierce ghosts allowed him to unknowingly avoid disaster.

After another short wait.

"It hasn’t attacked me?"

By now, Yang Jian’s nerves were stretched to their breaking point. He noticed that the ghost standing before him was unmoving.

Despite this, he was ready, prepared to drive the Coffin Nail in his hand into the body of the Source Ghost at the first opportunity.

But that opportunity didn’t come.

The footsteps a meter away had stopped and remained silent for quite some time.

After another tense ten minutes.

The footsteps started up again.

"Tap, tap tap."

Within the gloom, a pair of dress shoes moved on their own, circling around Yang Jian.

Yang Jian stared fixedly at the direction of the footsteps, his head turning to follow them.

Still, he didn’t attack.

By this point, he had begun to suspect that the footsteps might be a problem, similar to when he faced the Headless Ghost Shadow, which deliberately set a trap to provoke his attack.

The moment he exposed a vulnerability would be the moment the fierce ghost struck.

"There’s something wrong with these footsteps..." Yang Jian was convinced of this, sensing an increasing eeriness around him.

The ghost that had disappeared, the footsteps encircling him.

The impenetrable gloom.

All of it concealed immense terror.

Though the conditions for the fierce ghost to attack were met, the ghost never showed, and Yang Jian was now eagerly wishing for its appearance, as it would give him the chance to act.

However, this standoff couldn’t go on forever.

Just as the surrounding gloom began to encroach upon Yang Jian’s body, there suddenly came a movement nearby.

A blackish-green hand exuding the stench of decay, almost completely rotten, suddenly reached out from the opposite side of the footsteps and snatched Yang Jian’s throat.

It was icy, stiff, with a terrifying force, as if it could snap his neck in an instant.

"It’s here? The footsteps were indeed bait."

Yang Jian’s attention was completely drawn by the footsteps, and when they moved to the far right, the hand that attacked him came from the far left.

Moreover, the real ghost was so close to him, lurking right beside him.

Although his reaction was slow by a moment, at this instant.

All of Yang Jian’s ghost eyes opened in an instant.

Ghost Domain was activated.

He immediately tore off the gold foil wrapping the Coffin Nail, grabbing the cyanotic arm with one hand and stabbing towards the body with the other.

Although the movements were quick, before Yang Jian could stab with the Coffin Nail, another cyanotic hand grabbed his wrist.

The attack was neutralized.

But after the Ghost Domain was activated, Yang Jian successfully enveloped the creature behind him within it.

The ominous gloom instantly disappeared, and everything around him was dyed red with blood, restoring his vision.

A figure wearing a shroud, with a numb cyanotic dead face, stood beside him.

"Zhou Zheng?"

Upon seeing the ghost, Yang Jian’s pupils suddenly constricted.

But before he could react with surprise, Zhou Zheng’s jaw split open, revealing a mouthful of pitch-black ferocious teeth, biting straight towards his head.

If this bite landed, Yang Jian’s head would be torn off in half, and he would be doomed.

He wanted to struggle, but then he also realized that his arm holding the Coffin Nail couldn’t move.

Lacking any sensation, he couldn’t feel the existence of that arm at all.

"That finger?"

Yang Jian noticed a particularly distinct withered finger on the cyanotic palm, which had pierced into his wrist.

It was this thing that pinned his hand in place.

"There’s something else."

Just as Zhou Zheng was about to bite off Yang Jian’s head, a grass rope suddenly fell from Yang Jian’s body, quickly wrapping around the ghost’s neck, trying to hang it.

However, the Ghost Rope failed.

Although the Ghost Rope was hanging the ghost, it could only force it to stand on tiptoes, unable to fully suspend it.

While it didn’t achieve the expected result, it did alleviate the crisis.

The Ghost Tooth, almost touching Yang Jian’s face, didn’t manage to bite down because the Ghost Rope around its neck restrained it.

Yang Jian barely defended against the first wave of attack.

As planned, at this level, even if Yang Jian perfectly controlled the Ghost Shadow and suppressed the revival of the ghost eyes, he was only qualified to withstand the first wave. Without further means, he would still be doomed if the fight dragged on.

The Ghost Tooth could even bite through the Ghost Domain, easily devouring half his head.

"Drip, drip~!"

At this moment, Yang Jian’s body was gradually turning black, a drop of ink-like substance dripping from his body.

The dense ink gathered together, turning into a Headless Ghost Shadow that slowly stood up from the ground.

This Headless Ghost Shadow took the rusted Coffin Nail from Yang Jian’s hand and slowly stabbed it towards the Source Ghost before him.

"You lost," Yang Jian uttered with difficulty.

Now, the Headless Ghost Shadow was under his control, acting as an extra helper. As long as he withstood the first wave of attack, victory was at his side.

The plan was still proceeding very smoothly.

But just as Yang Jian was about to succeed.

Yang Jian felt a moment of dizziness, as if his consciousness blurred.

Then he regained his clarity.

Suddenly.

The ghost before his eyes disappeared.

The nearby gloom also seemed to recede, and the Ghost Domain, no longer suppressed, covered the range of one hundred meters once again.

"What’s going on? Where did the ghost go?" Yang Jian was stunned.

"And my injury is gone?"

He found his arm could move again, but then he discovered that the arm that had been pierced by the withered finger no longer had any wound.

The voice of a phone recording came from the nearby classroom: Yang Jian, if you are hearing this message, my plan has already succeeded. It is in the school. Do you have a way to deal with that thing?

Yang Jian’s eyes widened with shock at the message, a wave of cold surging through his body from the soles of his feet.

He quickly entered the school, picked up the phone, and looked at the satellite-positioned phone left by Zhao Kaiming.

Especially, he glanced at the time on it.

"Impossible."

Yang Jian exhibited an expression more horrified than seeing a ghost.

Time had reversed to forty minutes ago, back to when he first arrived here.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om